1. thecolumbineblogwithrebandvodka:

    S.W.A.T Team entering Columbine

    (via cantonment)

     
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  3. bad-w0lff:

    freudian-slipped:

    if you put a frog in boiling water, it will jump out.

    if you put a frog in warm water and gradually turn up the heat until the water is boiling, the frog will remain there until it dies.

    and that is an abusive relationship.

    Holy shit.

    (via homosexualmessiah)

     
  4. (Source: dysphorria, via magicul)

     
  5. fukkkres:

    u lucky he holdin me back bitch 

    (Source: awwww-cute, via bolognaponies)

     

  6. aminaabramovic:

    I’m not the blogger I was 2 minutes ago I’m constantly shedding my virtual skin and learning more

    (via bravegrrl)

     

  7. falloffboys:

    I brought you my bullets and you brought me a lot of emotional trauma.

    (via littleballofgay)

     
  8. jetn:

    fingersareoptional:

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    fingersareoptional:

    *prepares party popper*

    *nervously shakes the party popper*

    *slowly falls asleep with the party popper*

    *has a wonderful night with the party popper*

    *gets married to the party popper*

    It’s a beautiful evening in February. My wife and I are sitting at the fireplace, when suddenly a terrible image appears on the screen of my computer.

    My wife looks at me. As I look in her terrified, cardboard eyes, filled with tears, she takes a deep breath, before saying with her shivering voice “It’s what you’ve always wanted, dear. Do it.” My hands start shaking and a lone tear rolls down my cheek. “I can’t, honey. I’m not like that anymore.” “I will do it.” a small voice behind us says. As I turn around, my eyes cross with my son; our son. “You don’t have to do this, Benedict.” I say, as I hold his hands.

    Ignoring what I told him, young Benedict Popper-Are Optional holds my wife’s cardboard body in one hand, and her long, beautiful string in the other. With tears in my eyes, I turn my head away. A loud pop sounds behind me and I watch in terror as I see my wife’s confetti spread across the room.

    "It’s what you’ve always wanted, dad…" my son says, putting his small, cardboard hand on my shoulder. "Yes," I say, "but not like this… Never like this…"

    what the actual fuck

    (via bolognaponies)

     
  9. crossroadscastiel:

    Misha, you did so good, this shot was gorgeous~

    (via littleballofgay)

     
  10. (Source: liars-on-fire, via wildsh0ck)